DAY 1:
I still can't believe I'm really actually here and it didn't seem real until I was on the plane and as we climbed higher home life vanished and it was just me and I felt so free and so alive.....f*ck it all......it was a long tiring day though and on the bus from the airport to the resort the driver was selling beer and I cracked, half-jokingly, Forget about beer, how about some ganja? and he left for a moment, came back, and returned with a package wrapped in foil and sold me a week's worth for 60$! it was that easy and I noticed others on the bus buying it,too! Sweet! He also laughed and told me that I was his New best friend.
The resort is right on the beach,too, just steps away, so it's not alot of walking for me, thank God,but dinner's not until 19:00 and I was starving and hadn't eatn in 8 HRS. A vendor also said to me, Welcome home! which was touching and really said it all: I really do feel at home here, like this is my home, and like I've come home. I feel like this really is my home, where I belong, and I'm an Island Girl. They don't have many food choices at the resort though and I'm dumb and can't figure out how to do the A/C which uses a remote control. Duh.
Fulljoy. DAY 2:
I went to the beach 3 times today and I'm sooooo burned I'm red like a lobster and peeling like a snake #WhitePeopleProblems and I met a Rastaman named George too who shared his doobie with me and invited me to a party and said he wanted to take me dancing- I was beyond stunned- this kind of thing never happens to me- I was shocked and even blurted out a surprised and confused, Why? in in disbelief. I politely declined, being a woman esp. on your own you have to be careful, not going off with strangers and such but I have to admit it felt nice, for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE someone approached me and showed interest and it felt good. A pervert also came up to me later as I was laying on the beach and asked if he could take my picture and wanted me to spread my legs; I told him he was a pervert and told him to f*ck off.
It also smells like weed(they call it ganja here) everywhere and everyone smokes it so freely, and it's beautiful and here the ganjaman even come up and approach you on the beach! The waves are massive today too, higher than I am tall, and I was the only one stupid enough to be out there and I just revelled in diving into them, it was glorious, and here they don't say you enjoy as it implies it ends but rather you say full-joy and there's a guest at the resort too that reminds me of Quasimodo and I think he's retarded or something and the people next-door( college kids) are soooo loud I hardly slept much all night and the meals are only at 8 am, 13:00 and 19:00 with no snakcs available in-between so I'm always so hungry it's like I'm at a Fat Farm and no Internet; just WiFi but you have to have your own laptop or cellphone, and I miss my Buddy-Bou so Much! I also love the low "buzzing" sound of the sea when I'm underwater and a motor boat is nearby and to see them skimming across the top of the waves and makeing a wake and when I'm floating it feels like I'm flying.
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